Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“Kai, I am not your problem.” My attention dips to her lips. “Be my problem.”

“Would you mind if I slept in your bed tonight?” “You wanna sleep with me, Baseball Daddy?”

That’s what we as a society have been conditioned to do, right? Keep striving for the next best thing instead of finding gratitude and peace where we are.”

“I’ll be there,” I say with conviction. “For you.”

“Thank you for tonight.” He leans his cheek on my hair. “I’d do anything for you, Miller.”

“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”